āPoetry is a life-cherishing force.ā
āAnd that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?ā
āHow heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure lightā
āAll my lifeI have been restless--I have felt there is somethingmore wonderful than gloss--than wholeness--than staying at home.ā
āI believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.ā
āWhen will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.ā
āFor where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?ā
āWhere art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?ā
āFrom women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.ā